Everyone

[Intro]
Ya know, Here in the A-Town, nobody really gave a shit about me because they saw me as some fat nerd with no life. Then, I drop Blood On My Dick, and “Everybody” knows who I am. However, “Everyone” still sees me as some lowlife who makes shitty music. Those niggas, I don’t like them because they obviously don’t get they aesthetic I’m giving out, They dumb, They stupid as shit, They’re fucking ignorant

[Verse 1]
Said I’d beat Chance's ass, but I’m too scared to do it anyway
And if people really hate on me, then I’ll smack their fucking phone away
Uh, Yeah people think I’m real dumb
But you should take me seriously, because my name is RiceGum
Roasted a disabled kid, because fuck it, I’m real rich
I made fun of a rape victim, but fuck it, I’m platinum bitch
Even though I really don’t fucking -- deserve it
Done terrible shit, because nigga I earned it
My best friend showed a dead man in his shit
Showed a thotties tits, just for-- the clicks
Since, it’s my job I will roast a kid named Harley
Since we ran out of victims, Let’s just throw shots at Barley
(actually, no we can’t but fuck it.)

[Chorus]
Everyone, Everyone
F-F-F-Fuck out my face
Everyone, Everyone
G-G-Get out of my way

[Verse 2]
I-I-I made it on a goddamn motherfucking travel ban (you see?)
My music’s more unique, because I’m from Pakistan
Got no straps, but more straps than the Taliban
Boyfriend’s 21, but he’s smaller than Peter Pan
Yeah, our music’s so bad it caused a mass murder
Let’s make fun Vicky, because of her Asperger’s
X-E-N-O, Fucking pathetic
Related to Rice, bad music is genetic
People like shit, yeah that’s their aesthetic
Listeners ears gone, better call a medic
Stark County boys, better keep a fucking lookout
Me and Trippie finna knock a fucking tooth out

[Chorus]
Everyone, Everyone
F-F-F-Fuck out my face
Everyone, Everyone
G-G-Get out of my way

[Verse 3]
Adam, Alex, Courtney, and Michael
Ya’ll be my niggas throughout the life cycle
Morgan, Sophie, Ricky, Ohio
Ya’ll guys are the best, but ya’ll make me go psycho
I go dumb up in the booth, you can call me retarted
Put the key in her ignition boy, don’t make me get started
One of these days I’ll say nigga we made it
We waste time faded, and Free My Boy David
Would you tell me why Bailey always be hatin’
I promised an album I’m glad ya’ll were patient
No sé español, sé que Despacito
Don’t run up on me, ya’ll better take a seat yo
Fuck that bitch, who made me go crazy
Most of all… yeah. Fuck Bhad Bhabie
She acts real tough, like she can fight
But she ran up on Vicky (music stops)
From behind..
I’m impossible, unstoppable, my rhymes are psychological
I could cough, and it’s fire, yeah nigga it’s probable